Oberlin Blogs

A series of vignettes on my Oberlin birthdays.

On existing outside of Oberlin, Oberlin affecting my thinking, thinking about food, and food for thought.

Winter Term still has the delightful feel of space and possibility that I am sure it was designed to have by the brilliant, counter-cultural minds that came up with it some time in the 1970s.

Luckily, Oberlin gives us the opportunity to be on the other side of the podium, too: I'm teaching an ExCo this spring!

I love mozzarella cheese. And also chicken.

Pretty much the fall semester of the sophomore year, in song. Almost like a musical. Almost.

Four Winter Terms, three projects, an incredible internship, a Broadway debut, and much, much more.

I'm going to be modeling the spread of information through social networks. Other people in the class are modeling swarms of locusts, a zombie infestation, and deformation of the magnetosphere by solar wind.

新年快樂！ [Happy New Year!]

Don't be afraid to fail. I don't mean slack off until you get an "F." I mean do something out of your comfort zone and risk not succeeding as brilliantly as you would like.

Or, reflections on my common app essay with snarky comments added four years later.

Upon entering the hallway, I was greeted by the site of an overflowing water pitcher.